Jace climbed out of the pilot's seat. He walked back to the back just as he could hear the sound of laser firing hitting the side of the ship that was not leaning up against the tank that had stopped their crash.
In the hold the Ola and Tacole were both recovering from the crash with shaking hands and groaning. Jace went to the side door and wrapped his gloved fist against it. He could already tell this was not coming off without a considerable amount of force. While the transport's exterior could withstand this level of power for a few minutes.
Jace pulled the Wildfire assault rifle off his back and looked it over before glancing at the Tacole and Ola, who were beginning to stand. "Tell me when you are able to move and listen without issue. We will need to move soon."
The Ola, his friendly tag designation had the name Uti, was the first one to recover. "Understood sir, but how and where are we going?"
